A worthy venture
trying and the reward of
being and loving
Shapes are feel. Reflect
and the color of star eyes.
Circle gets the square.
A worthy venture
trying and the reward of
being and loving
Shapes are feel. Reflect
and the color of star eyes.
Circle gets the square.
There are champions
of good intentions. I am
not generally.
However, today
I succeed in mind/matter.
Successes are sweet.
Occasionally,
they also let you buy them
dinner. Walks, talks. Wins.
Like a hawk, eyeing
Seeing you is stirring me
Far dream, like a sun
I feel no sense of
connection to many peers.
I’m the foreigner.
Coffee me please. “Room?”
No thanks. (Say something. More. NOW!)
“Anything else?” No.
Lovely spring abound
Outside, sun and legs and love
Inside, brunettes. Yes.
A short lived ride with
a beautiful girl. So sweet,
sour when it ends
Rides can last longer
and girls, more, more beautiful
Still sour, still ends
Uplift party, me.
You are bouncing and waving;
I am eyeing life.
People, buzzing, beer.
Smarts and looks and my thoughts lie,
in a question. You?
All girls have powers.
“Jack Kerouac is my guy.”
My brain, exploding.
This is more vague than I had anticipated. There was a beautiful girl at the bar and she was talking about Jack Kerouac and I was digging on her and then she said that and her other friend responded with this un-knowing, half-laugh. Maybe this doesn’t make it less vague.